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You're nasty.You're twisted through and through.

You stabbed me cruelly with your sword-

Your sword of equality and justice-

You stabbed me and left me to bleed dry.



When did that magic wand become a blade

Or was it- all along, in disguise?

Double dealing is your second nature

I am pierced. Torn and ripped into shreds.



Dark night time labyrinth of terror

I'm able to do nothing about.

At least my dreams awaken no one else-

No one but my tormented self.



Yes, I am haunted and I suffer

But no longer am I tempted. No.

Emotionally maimed, shunning contact

I nevertheless survive -I'm strong.